TV History Hangs On My Wall...How 'Bout Yours?
Thursday, October 17, 2013 at 11:14AM Packing up a media guy's office is a lot tougher than you might think. Holy Hannah, try it sometime. Last time I had to fill cardboard boxes, I had a pink slip from my last newsroom (that slip was like a badge of honor at the time) in one hand and a fistfull of media passes in the other. A decade later, our little outdoor television production house is on the move. Packing, once again, leaves me with one of my toughest decisions as a media type. What do I do with my old wall of media fame/shame? For some reason, folks in television like to save their media passes. Here's mine.
My Collection...
Maybe it's how we tv types protect our memories. Show where we've been. Somehow remember the things we've seen, good and bad. Maybe we hope someone might someday thumb through the tangle of dusty lanyards and scrappy paper passes and see our accomplishments. Maybe they won't. Heck, my menagerie has been hanging on walls for 20 years and the only person to take a moment to thumb through the memories has been me...
Really??? Thanks PGA....
I've got piles of media passes from all kinds of sporting events; US Opens, Super Bowls, Frozen Fours, Final Fours, Baseball games, you name it.... The tangle contains plenty of news events too. Presidential visits, crime scenes, hurricanes, trials, all kinds of stuff.
Thanks for the Memories Brett!
I chuckle as I look at the random stuff. Remember August 9, 1995? The pass to get onto Madison, Wisconsin's State Street was a peculiar little Grateful Dead keychain. Volunteers handed them out to the media as we covered Jerry Garcia's death.
How about the patch from Guilford County? The crime lab folks gave me one of those to gain access to sensitive areas during my tenure in North Carolina....
This Got Us To President Bill Clinton, Amazingly unofficial.
One too many snow storms...
Badmiton anyone?See the badmiton birdie? A momento. Three network news crews actually played badmiton while we waited, day-in and day-out on a long-lasting trial on the East Coast. I'll leave it at that.
In another week or so, I'll walk out of my empty office. I'm wondering if I'll still have a fistful of passes. If not, I'm guessing the garbage guy might waste ten minutes of his day picking through a pretty interesting piece of one tv guy's history, no matter how dusty the pile might be....
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My greatest personal accomplishment and toughest thing I've ever done occupies the same space on mine.